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He kneeled on the snow. The burning cold was reddening both his toes and fingers, but it didn't compare to the anger he was feeling at the moment. Such anger could be noticed in his expression, which even seemed animalistic, as well as in the tears streaming down his face.

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When he opened his eyes, all he could see was an old, wooden ceiling. After staring at it for a while, he turned his head.

"Oh! I'm glad you're awake!"

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"I swear! I'm coming back alive!"

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On August 17th 1788, Austria, a new boy is born, this boy would bring a huge change with him.
The novel "The Bringer of Light" will revolve around quarrels of powerful noble families, political matters, strategic discussions, the real human condition where good and bad people don't truly exist, and much more.

That boy is a prodigy child, having deep insight ever since his birth. One day, something terrible happens to him, which makes him have the goal of bringing light to this world.

The main point of this book is following him on his journey to fulfill that task. He goes through a lot of internal struggles such as: Is it really possible to achieve such a thing? Is what I'm trying to do even the right choice?

The Bringer of Light

Lukas was now leaving his room in the brothel. He had spent quite a while in the bath, since he really needed it due to all the stress and heat that he was suffering during his mission.

As Lukas walked through the hallway, he scoffed lightly. 'Unbelievable! My head feels hot already! From now on, I officially hate wigs!' the blonde boy complained.

Lukas then kept walking through the hallways until he arrived to the stairs and started going down them to reach the canteen.

Lukas then started feeling the smell of the food. 'I'm very hungry too... damn, Meera was right, the food here really is awesome, very spiced,' he thought.

Lukas then finally walked through the doors of the canteen, and started heading to the counter of the canteen to grab his food.

At the counter, Lukas served himself, placing his food on the platter. Many girls were staring at him, and whispering things to each other.

Panic